2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate SADNESS.

She is sad. She cannot seem to shake it.

When you close your doors, and make darkness within, remember never to say that you are alone, for you are not alone; nay, God is within, and your genius is within. And what need have they of light to see what you are doing?Epictetus

It is only when we are very happy,
that we can bear to gaze merrily upon
the vast and limitless expanse of water,
rolling on and on with such persistent,
irritating monotony,
to the accompaniment of our thoughts,
whether grave or gay.

When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety;
but when they are sad, then every breaker,
as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness,
and to speak to us of hopelessness
and of the pettiness of all our joys.

– Baroness Emmuska Orczy

No more truth. Bells ring no more in me. I am all alone singly. Lonely rests my head. O my God! I am dead.

JOSE GARCIA VILLA (I CAN NO MORE HEAR LOVE’S SONG )

You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from nesting in your hair.

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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate RAGE. Savage, suppressed anger and smouldering bushfire resentments. And SHE makes no comment at all.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.William Congreve

if you want to follow the doctrine of the One,
Do not rage against the World of the Senses.
Only by accepting the World of the Senses
Can you share in the True Perception.”– Seng-ts’an you want to follow the doctrine of the One,
Do not rage against the World of the Senses.
Only by accepting the World of the Senses
Can you share in the True Perception.”– Seng-ts’an you want to follow the doctrine of the One,
Do not rage against the World of the Senses.
Only by accepting the World of the Senses
Can you share in the True Perception.”– Seng-ts’an

Beware – those blind with rage are by destiny ensnared.

Has thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid
as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield. He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. He saith among the trumpets, Ha ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
~Job 39:19-25

Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that’s scarcely felt or seen. Thine is an oyster knife, that hacks and hews; The rage but not the talent to abuse. – Lady Mary Wortley Montague

The lust of gold succeeds the rage of conquest; The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless! The last corruption of degenerate man. – Samuel Johnson

You purchase pain with all that joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live. Alexander Pope

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the SHEER sit down crying powerlessness of IT ALL. The CENTRELINK DON’T PAY AUSTUDY TO PHD STUDENTS – Kids don’t live near us and I AM MAD WITH YOU sobbing on the end of the bed tears.

No sooner did I bend over and scratch the soil with the hoe that I began to unearth bitsand pieces … of my past. Memories forever rooted in time were clustered in my gardenconsciousness like potatoes, waiting, crying to be dug up. … I plant flowers and vegetables. I harvest memories – and life.– Nancy H. Jordan, 1993

If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Ticks, bedbugs and a crying child are insupportable.

Lebanese

Music has been my playmate, my lover, and my crying towel. ~Buffy Sainte-Marie

SIXTEEN ACRES

A few acres of heartache
Of, the most sacred ground
But, all “they” see is money
The most valuable, around.

We all know, who will win
It’s “them”, with all the means
It won’t be the souls, that cry
From, those most horrific scenes.

And if “they” build, buildings
Each window, will show
The reflections of a life
Someone, will never know.

There will be, some peeking out
And, looking to the sky
To, see the crash, that took them
And ask, the question, “Why?”

There will be, some looking down
And, trying to find release
Amongst the structures that “they” build
But, there will be no peace.

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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate WAITING. He is waiting on the move . Driving South from Mackay and Cameron’s Pocket. SHE is waiting at Home. Her Friend rings. Her Daughter rings from Coffs Harbour. Its a strange thing is WAITING. This is a WAITING TIME. SHE don’t quite know what it is she’s waiting for – but she can FEEL the WAITING. For something to happen. Its almost her granddaughter’s 4th birthday. Almost a lot of things so SHE waits.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting. ~Dr. Seuss

Do not wait; the time will never be “just right.” Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along.” Napoleon Hill

If you had one phone call to make before you died, who would you call, what would you say, and why are you WAITING?!”

“Language … is an infinitude of used or potential poems waiting to be moulded into new realities” – Friedrich, “The Language Parallax”, Univ of Texas Press, 1986

PETER MACROW

Peter’s haiku:

waitingfor spring rain to stopI clean the shower

The sexual excitement, which must complete the harmony of method, offers a more difficult problem.

It is exceptionally desirable that the actual bodily movements involved should be decorous in the highest sense, and many people are so ill-trained that they will be unable to regard such a ceremony with any but critical or lascivious eyes; either would be fatal to all the good already done. It is presumably better to wait until all present are greatly exalted before risking a profanation.

It is not desirable, in my opinion, that the ordinary worshippers should celebrate in public. The sacrifice should be single.

Jellicle Cats are black and white,Jellicle Cats are rather small;Jellicle Cats are merry and bright,And pleasant to hear when they caterwaul.Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces,Jellicle Cats have bright black eyes;They like to practise their airs and gracesAnd wait for the Jellicle Moon to ris

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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the Misery which arises unexpected and unrebuked. They consider the ways of responding and the mercilless grip on the Spirit. The Acedia of Broad Daylight. They consider the implications in the formation of a shared life and they weep. Dry – eyed bile filled drops of blood. Who is it that carries out this Torture ? What Dungeon of Soul encases the most ordinary of days and drags the corners of the mouth in a twisted marionette dance ? They consider the Souls before them – writhing in past agonies – ankle chained to a grief seemingly not of their time or experience. The Wild Celtic cry of OCHA shrieks – a stench of Sutherland Crofter Cottages on burning and massive cedar trunks shattered and stripped. Where then does the Spirit feed ? The Echo of Soul bounces again on a shadowed mountain and blisters the Waiting Soul – almost unnoticed. Making no sense – almost at all. A Findhorn Sand of ice.

PLAY ON MURWILLUMBAH COUNTRY RADIO STATION. PLAY ON.

My grief lies all within, and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortured soul.

TO stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear
This paltry age’s gaudy livery,
To let each base hand filch my treasury,
To mesh my soul within a woman’s hair,
And be mere Fortune’s lackeyed groom,—I swear
I love it not! these things are less to me
Than the thin foam that frets upon the sea,
Less than the thistle-down of summer air
Which hath no seed: better to stand aloof
Far from these slanderous fools who mock my life
Knowing me not, better the lowliest roof
Fit for the meanest hind to sojourn in,
Than to go back to that hoarse cave of strife
Where my white soul first kissed the mouth of sin.

By Oscar Wilde

Isaac Asimov:I don’t believe in an afterlife, so I don’t have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.

Years ago I recognized my kinship with all living things, and I made up my mind that I was not one bit better than the meanest on the earth. I said then and I say now, that while there is a lower class, I am in it; while there is a criminal element, I am of it; while there is a soul in prison, I am not free.

To me education is a leading out of what is already there in the pupil’s soul. To Miss Mackay it is a putting in of something that is not there, and that is not what I call education. I call it intrusion. ~Muriel Spark, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie

Evolution – A Poem by Sri Aurobindo

I Passed into a lucent still abode.
And saw as in a mirror crystalline.
An ancient force ascending serpentine
Of the ascending spirals of the aeonic road.
Earth was a cradle for the arriving God.
And man but a half-dark half-illuminous sign
Of the transition of the veiled Divine.
From Matter’s sleep and the tormented load
Of ignorant life and death to the spirit’s light.
Mind liberated swam Light’s ocean-vast
And life escaped from its grey tortured line
I saw matter illumining its parent Night
The soul could feel into infinity cast,
Timeless God-bliss the heart incarnadine.

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the searching. The seeking of lost lives. The Hunting through papers and documents. Looking for the Nuggets of Gold. The Thin Golden Threads. Connecting dots so they are. Connecting dots.

Gold thread friendship is a golden thread that unites the all hearts

A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.

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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate Night at home with only one light on and crickets in the long grasses. Autumn edging in and the phones silent.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i’ the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.John Milton

Dreaming permits each and everyone of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.William Dement

May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full
moon on a dark night, and the road downhill all
the way to your door.

Tis the night – the night Of the grave’s delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without The wild winds shout, But no, it is they – it is they.~Arthur Cleveland Coxe